I wrote this poem when I was 15 and my grandma died. My grandma died in a hospital - we got the call around 5am - when my parents went to the hospital a nun was praying at her bedside.
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.....and then you went away
there were no last good-byes,
not a tear has fallen yet
not before my eyes.
The prayers said above you
in hope you had heard,
to conclude your eternal sleep
with one final word-
Amen.
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Karen